Duties are ours; events are God’s. This removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. On this consideration only, can he securely lay down his head, and close his eyes.
Duties are ours; events are God’s. This removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. On this consideration only, can he securely lay down his head, and close his eyes.
Materialists and madmen never have doubts.
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I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings TiedI am a parcel of vain strivings tiedBy a chance bond together,Dangling this…